AdventuresOnToast – New York: Part 1 (Sydney > New York flight)

Howdy Toasters! The question with a place like New York is how much can you squeeze into 2 weeks…and the answer is somewhere around π ! With emotions that ranged from excitement and elation at what lay ahead and deep sadness at what, emotionally, I was leaving behind* AdventuresOnToast -New York edition had begun. (* to see what was behind me read my previous toast )  Adidas, blue and white was the chosen flight theme and with more coordination than any man needs at 6am it was a pretty gay beginning actually. Through take off and the first hour of the flight I’m not too … Continue reading AdventuresOnToast – New York: Part 1 (Sydney > New York flight)

Holiday….. with a side of empty neurosis

Howdy Toasters, Planning a holiday should be a wonderful, exciting thing. New adventures, new places, new lifestyle, new streets, food to taste, shops to see, bars to play in, the list of exploration and discovery goes on…. Stepping out of your own life, even for a moment should feel fantastic…. So why doesn’t it? I’ve always had excuses to not travel.. too busy, not enough money, new job,  no job, study, fear and sheer bloody minded, stupid obstinence… I’ve made them all and now, days away from my first overseas holiday in an embarrassingly long time, happy to going away, … Continue reading Holiday….. with a side of empty neurosis

642:10 What does writers block feel like?

Howdy Toasters, Nothing is flowing. Finding my characters, creating their story, bringing them to life, writing something interesting, finishing an idea, it’s just not happening. Every idea sounds too self interested, not creative enough, too creative, bland, copies of other pieces I’ve read or just not very good. I’m annoyed, frustrated and i want to give up. The more i try the more it feels forced and the less anything, even anything bad, bubbles to the surface. Ideas for stories stare out at me, teasing me, tormenting me… i just don’t where to take any of them. In the (clearly … Continue reading 642:10 What does writers block feel like?

642: 9 what can happen in one second

 

  642:9 What can happen in a second

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642 – 7: What a character holding a blue object is thinking right now.

        It was all she could think about. The blue was even more vibrant than she remembered, like the ocean on a bright summer day. She was reminded of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, her grandfather’s favourite poem. He used to recite it to her, his voice tempered with the characters and emotion and the last verse always welled tears in his eyes. He went like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn. He wasn’t an overly emotional man, no more than … Continue reading 642 – 7: What a character holding a blue object is thinking right now.

The tale of the Roller Skating Drag Queen…and other life lessons

Howdy Toasters! Something happened recently, a reminder to never take yourself too seriously and that it’s always better to be laughed with than at. This is the story of that incident. “Ok Puss your pain relief should be kicking in now. What? You want more? But you’ve already had double the maximum dose!  Ok she’s refusing to move ’til she can suck the thing dry… Just give it to her” The paramedic with the killer smile telling me to suck the pain away and go deeper with his whistle was kind of kinky but playing dr / patient wasn’t how … Continue reading The tale of the Roller Skating Drag Queen…and other life lessons

the artist – enlightened

Howdy Toasters, The artist is a fictional character, here he previews his latest work and discusses his inspiration. I’d been planning a new work for sometime but just wasn’t connected to any of my projects and nothing i was creating was worthy of evolving into major works. I was tired, angry with my lack of creativity, hallucinogenicly sleep deprived & high from a days long banquet of illicitness, believing I’d finally exhausted my talent, in that melodramatic way you do, and needing some light to dawn in the chasm i was staring down when I saw the lamp glowing in … Continue reading the artist – enlightened